Drunken words, Sober thoughts.
The thing I like about being this twisted,
Especially whilst my motivation isn’t quite uplifted,
Is when the lights go out, and I’m still conscious.
My voice, stutters & falters, then feigns it’s gifted.
Music blares out from the speakers.
My eyes shut tight, focused on emotion.
I scream, I plead, I clench, Teeth bleed.
My voice, I’d like to believe, fills bleachers.
I sing these words that I feel so deeply.
Upon another level, I remember so meekly,
"Pain", As if its existence completes me.
Everything else becomes irrelevant,
I melt into the dirt beneath my feet.
The thing is, to complete this speech.
I close my eyes tight, disown reality.
I scream out words I don’t quite believe.
For the sole use of shutting out the thoughts I conceive.
Black outs, Pass outs
Count me out, but not down;
The thing about being this drunk is:
I know the world could exist without.